On the first night without him
I wandered the shadows of the woods.
I dared not step within the cavern
Where so often I had lain with him.
The shadows had been my home
For more years than even he had known.
He thought me to be a child,
And I, wishing to please him, became as such.
That first night my fingers brushed accidentally against him.
I turned to glance and to smile
As I stepped out into the nights shadows.
I thought I had slipped secretly away
Barely leaving a ripple in the air that surrounded him.
However, he found me,
Standing ever so quietly in the mist of the night
There were never any wasted breaths between us.
Each one spent as a glorious gift to each other.
It was then, that I should have let him see me,
Then that I should have told him how vast the depths of my void.
I allowed him to lift from me each veil,
Each piece of gossamer that covered this expanse of my soul.
And with each lifting...my heart would beat faster,
The pain of his touch exquisitely beautiful.
Then came the morning when he removed the final veil
And I stood naked and complete before him.
I loved him in a way I had never known before.
I imagine he never knew how close we had become,
How I would have stopped the sun from rising if he had asked.
When I felt his fingers entwine with mine
I knew I should leave before it was too late.
I had entered the gates of a garden that belonged to another,
And he, in his kindness, never admitted the extent of the trespass.
My bare footsteps echoed softly as I retreated,
Leaving behind, the sweet sound of his beating heart,
And the void that once was my soul.